#401 - are we Sunday?

 

31.i.21

401

2.31

are we Sunday?

 

is sky blue?

 

so many of us of another time

tree in its antics up

(never thought one or the other

but knew)

                                                        

watch water

in a stillness

season halted here

come to me questions

flutter and

 

see the surface bubble up?

 

who’s that landing?

fly to the dead bird’s colour lost

(thing beside the shed)

fade to…

all unfurl to ask

 

skies are days too full to fall

 

could this be a song?

 

that eye’s shut

 

over skin

guess hearts

fine webs you cannot see

 

a radio war burst where

 

sketch edges tell

and guessing again

 

skies too full but do

                                and

stand under a fan for summer

                               

or out in the sticky

roll afternoon

 

we made the world just here

 

there’s nowhere but

                   else and so

                   swim in

 

meniscus bliss

clouds come

creek run

stroke, kick, stroke

 

then in siesta trix

 

slipped over the border

nobody knew

a Monday barking and the bins

 

magic of the edge to day

and long of evening

shone like the rain to come

 

a tipple snifter kingdom come

edge magic

and postprandial

 

meniscus bliss

now in the swim

of come again

the rain